My anime-style card deck is fine!

"Ugh!"

As the Muto fully appeared on the field, the warrior suddenly clutched his chest, convulsed, and collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out, his hands instinctively raised in a V-sign, before he fainted.

Muto glanced at him dismissively and disappeared with the disbandment of the dueling arena.

The card representing Muto then floated back into Amon's hand.

He calmly and deliberately put the cards back into the deck.

Amon looked at the man not far away and raised an eyebrow: "Oh, so you finally decided to come out after all your underlings were killed?"

"Don't underestimate me!"

The man who came was a burly man with scars on his face and body.

The Scarred Warrior, blustering but cowardly, shouted, "I've sent all my minions to the graveyard! You, you don't think, don't think a mere Silver Rank minion can be invincible! I'm not like that piece of trash you just defeated; don't even think about defeating me with [Overload]!"

"Really……"

Amon nodded, then played a card: "Then, I will use three cards from your graveyard as tribute—to summon [Titan Giant Raton] on your field!"

"Burning cities, scorching nature! A strange bird that flies carrying volcanoes!"

"Awaken from the slumbering graveyard!"

"—Roton!"

Under the bewildered gaze of the Scarred Warrior opposite him, three cards from his own graveyard popped out of thin air and then clattered back into his deck.

It's like some soldiers who trespassed into the slumbering grounds of monsters, only to awaken the great monsters themselves, and then slunk back to their own camps.

Through such a ceremony—

"Damn it!!!" Rodan flew out of the hero's graveyard, making a strange noise.

Its mere appearance caused the surrounding air to become hot and dry.

A gigantic bird-shaped Titan appeared on the field, but as soon as it appeared, it looked disdainfully at a certain hero at its feet, casually shook its body, and a large amount of lava and flames immediately overflowed and fell.

It was spilled all over the restaurant.

In just a moment, this luxurious and enormous Japanese restaurant was engulfed in flames.

As for that certain hero...

"Ah—!! How, how could there be such an outrageous and unreasonable deck!" The Scarred Hero collapsed to the ground, his body ablaze, staring at Amon opposite him with despair and rage:

"This...this isn't a duel at all—!!!!!"

There's no such thing as winning a duel by defeating the opponent's card master. Besides, you're just a silver card master; couldn't you defeat us in a normal battle?

“That’s easy,” Amon said calmly. “Besides, I don’t have time to waste with you guys.”

"Damn it..."

With a final utterance, the Scarred Hero died on the spot, then was teleported out of the Heavenly Demon Realm, becoming one of the countless people caught in the rain.

"Whoosh~" Amon retracted Raton.

The surrounding flames gradually died down, and the burning tables, chairs, and shops also gradually returned to normal. The tables and chairs, which were as tall as buildings and over ten meters high, became shiny and new after the flames disappeared.

This is the giant's restaurant.

Although Amon is 1.83 meters tall, he is no different from an 'ordinary' mouse here, being only about the size of a bowl.

It must be said that walking through the Great Demon Realm of Heaven is a truly magical experience.

Because [doors] do not have the same and definite physical form, and even their directions are all messed up and varied. Sometimes you are just walking along a tree-lined path.

There was nothing different ahead; there were no trees, no walls, and no doors.

But once you cross that specific point...

You don't even need to cross over; the door will come to you by itself and take you to the next [room]—and as a manifestation of dreams, the [rooms] of the Great Demon Realm of Heaven are truly diverse!

Amon has experienced many scenes, including swamps, garbage dumps, airplanes, and war.

They experienced all sorts of strange rules and traps.

Compared to the Myriad Realms Corridor where Amon experienced the final college entrance exam, this is nothing—there are even special rooms here where you have to choose one card to possess, and then all other cards are completely unusable!

There's also a room where you can summon infinitely, but spell and trap cards can't be used...

All of these are incredibly diverse!

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This huge restaurant, with no special rules and just large rooms, is a breath of fresh air!

Therefore, it's normal to encounter anything in this kind of situation.

"...But why you?"

Amon looked across and saw a figure walking out from the corner of the kitchen. The large, burly figure was still wearing an ill-fitting chef's uniform, and a tall chef's hat was worn on his neatly styled blond hair.

Beneath his slightly ferocious and terrifying face, his gaze was incredibly gentle.

Amon knew him.

After arriving in this land, besides the headmaster, the second person Amon recognized was him—"Chef Wilson! What are you doing here?!"

Amon clenched his fist subconsciously, but quickly relaxed it, staring indifferently at the person opposite him.

"As 'his' friend, you should be able to guess the reason."

Wilson shuffled his deck expressionlessly, then equipped it into the card box, his gaze turning cold as he looked at Amon: "This body is that of my father, who died for me. The one who appears here now is [Food Warrior]!"

"As a friend of my father, could you please, for my father's sake..."

"Go to hell, Amon!"

Chapter 302: Japanese food

"I don't know who you are, maybe you're Wilson's son?"

Looking at Wilson, who was very familiar but whose expression was completely unfamiliar, Amon sighed inwardly: "Maybe. Who knows what the truth is? Perhaps it's some kind of soul disguised as his son..."

"But none of that matters anymore. Whoever stands in my way will face only one outcome!" Don't think I'll go easy on you because of some nonexistent personal feelings when it comes to the sacred cause of the nation!

That is defeat!

"If you can do it, then give it a try!" Wilson's face twitched, but he still tried to remain calm.

Damn it, didn't those people say this guy was Dad's good friend?

Why are you being so rude!

"Let me show you my sure-fire winning weapon—blame yourself for barging in!" The Food Warrior Wilson suddenly ripped off his white apron.

As if some mechanism had been activated, the huge furniture around them suddenly began to shake.

"La~"

"La~! La la~!!" A melodious yet eerie song rang out, and the surrounding giant furniture suddenly came to life.

It became soft and flexible, and even grew facial features. Then, one by one, they looked at Amon and frowned. One of them, the chair, stuck out its tongue and said, "This guy is so annoying."

"They set fire right away, which terrified everyone."

The refrigerator covered its face and screamed in a very green tea-like manner.

On one side, the bamboo tube containing chopsticks on the table trembled: "My children were terrified too."

"Yes!" "Yes!" "We were all terrified!"

The chatter around us suddenly turned into a noisy commotion.

Suddenly, the sound of a shamisen, "thump-thump-thump!", filled the air around them. The traditional Japanese tune grew increasingly mournful, as if someone was constantly wailing.

This gave even Amon, who wasn't used to this style, goosebumps.

On the other hand, Wilson looked completely absorbed in the moment, but still glanced at Amon with a smug smile: "Your actions are so blatantly undisguised, don't blame us for setting a trap for you!"

"This is the battlefield I have chosen!"

"The room we know of is the [kitchen]!"

"The duel will be fought with [cooking]!"

"And the culinary theme is my specialty: Japanese!" Wilson looked at Amon, his smugness no longer concealed. "And the judges are the furniture here—living in this enormous restaurant, they are the most professional judges!"

"...But they were also absolutely unfair judges, right?"

Amon had already noticed that the furniture had already raised a -50 board when it saw him, indicating that Amon had been penalized.

He immediately realized what those heroes who had ambushed him in this room were for...

No other reason.

Whether he wins or not is another matter; even if he loses, as long as he fought in the restaurant, he'll get points deducted—just like what Wilson said when Amon dueled with the real Wilson…

Restaurants do not welcome rude guests!

Those who resort to physical violence and assault other guests are undoubtedly unpleasant guests!

"Yes."

Wilson looked at Amon arrogantly and admitted directly: "Of course, you can leave this restaurant—but it doesn't matter. As long as you want to continue chasing [the exit], this restaurant will appear in front of you countless times, countless times, countless times!"

"Either win under such unfavorable circumstances, or..."

"Just avoid me!"

"It's worth mentioning that this restaurant's rules state that if you want to duel, you must use Japanese cuisine; other things like dinosaurs, giants, zombies, and carnivorous plants are absolutely useless!"

Wilson seemed to remember something and quickly added.

I see……

"So this is your plan?" Amon finally understood the other party's thinking: "You can't beat me, so you use special rules to restrict me?"

"These are the rules, the rules!"

Wilson's smug expression returned: "That's how the world works! Only the strong can make the rules—and here, I am the strong one! This is something only a Gold Card Master can do: to give duels special rules, making the duel one-sidedly advantageous to oneself!"

"This is the [Golden Privilege]!"